Bec’s P.O.V.
I held on to Archer as if he was my life jacket, and I was trapped in a storm at sea. I knew this decision was mine, but thinking about it and saying it out loud were two entirely different things. I wanted to step away from my parents' house to never return. Yes, memories of growing up were all over this place, but so was the image of my dead sister in her bed, the moment that my father had left us, and he had never come back. The sadness, all the grief. I didn’t want to hang on to that. I could hold on to the good memories, cherish them from wherever I would live. I knew my father would have told me the exact same thing. You hold love in memories, not in objects. So that’s what I wanted. I wanted to step away from this. I wanted to focus on my own future from now on. A futu
